No sane person could ever have doubted that Brody was beautiful, but she seemed to have outdone herself tonight. Her dress cascaded down in gorgeous waves, bringing out the colour of her eyes.

“I’m not gaping, am I?” Fyo asked her, grinning.

“I don’t think so,” Brody giggled. Then she added, “Gold looks so beautiful.” She sounded radiant as she inspected her friend, who was wearing some sort of sparkling, scarlet dress. “I’m so happy for her, baby.”

“Mm.” Fyo slipped an arm around his fiancée's waist. Brody would always be the most beautiful woman in the world, to him.